The heavy drops of rain plastered her hair to her head as she stood, motionless, her clothes already soaked. Her face impassive as the water poured down her face washing the tears with it. Tears of bitter rage and frustration. Tears that she should have cried a long time ago but never thought she had the strength to, She knew better now. Time, and hard experience had taught her that she had reserves of strength that went far beyond anything she could possibly imagined. She breathed, deep, shuddering, the warm, wet May air heavily scented with the pollen from the trees surrounding her. The rain washing the pollen from the flowers and raising clouds of the pungent odours as the drops splashed on the already saturated ground. She barely noticed as she slowly closed her eyes, the rain flowing over her eyelids, splattering from her eyelashes, her makeup already washed away, her skin cleansed. A pause….
….She slowly peeled of each soaked layer of clothing as the hot water poured into the deep rolltop bath tub. Discrading each item on the floor she shivered as the cold garments peeled away from her naked skin, raising goosebumps. The steam from the bathwater filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply. She stepped into the bath, gasping as the heat of the water scalded her skin, mindless of the discomfort she lowered herself down the water covering her body, reddening the skin instantly. She arched her back dipping her head, her face below the steaming surface of the bath, opening her eyes submerged, the hot water painful against the delicate orbs. Exhaling. A pause….
….The micron thin blade of the surgical scapel drew easily through the flesh on her wrists, softened by the hot water. She barely felt the sting of the blade as the bath water bloomed rich red, her vital life-force pouring from her as she draws in her last breath, submerging her head once more, knowing she will never rise again…..